Lexie Dalton was a beautiful thirty-four year old. She had long wavy dark brown hair and dark blue eyes. For the past five years she'd been an FBI agent for five years. She was starting at the FBI office in New York. She lived in New York for a week. She was asked to transfer from California. She was replacing agent Tiffany Wallace, who was taking an extended leave of absence. Lexie was changing in the locker room at local gym to go to work. She had old knife scars on both breasts. As well as four old cigar burns on her upper back.

Lexie walked into the field office. A man came up to her.

"It's nice to meet you agent Dalton." A man said. "I'm Jubal Valentine."

"It's nice to meet you to." They shook hands.

"Scola?" Jubal called. He came over to them. "Scola, meet your new partner, Lexie Dalton." "Lexie, this is Stuart Scola."

"Hi." "It's nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you to." Stuart said.

Soon after they were briefed on a case. When they tracked the suspect, he was holding a hostage at gunpoint. Stuart was trying to talk him down while Lexie approached from behind with her gun drawn.

"Drop it." She said with the gun aimed at the suspect's head. He dropped the gun. The hostage was clear. As Lexie was attempting to cuff the suspect he swung at her and missed. She punched him in the face and swept his legs out from underneath him with her left leg. Stuart looked at her impressed. She successfully cuffed the suspect.

Everyone was back at the field office. Lexie got on the elevator to go home for the night. Stuart got on before the doors closed.

"Going home?" He asked.

"Yeah."

"Can I buy you a drink?"

"Sure."

They were sitting at the bar drinking and talking.

"Are you from New York?" Stuart asked.

"No California."

"Why the change?"

"I had no reason to stay in California." "I have no family, hardly any friends, unless they're on the job." "I am looking forward to seeing the snow for the first time." "I'm looking forward to the cold though." "What about you?"

"Want the short or long version?"

"I have nowhere to be."

Lexie was yelling in her sleep. She bolted upright trembling. This was almost a nightly occurrence. It'd haunted her for fourteen years.